Can't rely on reality

Things ain't what they appear to be

When you visit please don't forget

The fragile mess of this nervous wreck



Who of you feels he's been here before?



Now I've been here twelve times or more

Life's becoming a bit of a bore

If the ceiling speaks please don't complain

He might just make me go back, round again



Who of you feels he's been here before?



Round and round and round again



The first million years

They were the worst

The second million years

They were the worst as well



Please don't ask 'cuz I can't explain

Why I keep coming back again

Maybe it's 'cuz when I roll the dice

I never get to throw "afterlife"



Who of you feels he's been here before?



Round and round and round